CHAPTER 5
Sahvrin’s guts twisted at the blare of the announcer’s voice on the Bat-tie field, detailing the rules of the Bat-tie. He kept his eyes on his Petite, looking for signs that she wanted to back out, praying she would. He had a bad fucking feeling he couldn’t shake. The Grand Aboyeur moved into the dramatic and drawn out yelling of introductions.
“Aaaaaaaand now, presenting the Invocatrice,” he yelled, gesturing to his wife. “Fighting for the swamptastic and noble cause of what it means to be family. AND to get The Eveque’s Ex Putan to do her farm chores, THE BEEEEELLLLLLLE EVEEEEQQQUUUE!”
Sahvrin and every person around that field launched to their feet in applause. He laughed at the flowers bystanders threw on the field and the look of awe it put on his wife’s face. She turned and found him in the stand with that dumbstruck smile and he blew her a kiss as she gave her angelic wave all around.
She’d dressed in giant blue jean overalls with a black muscle shirt, and he knew her choice of attire was directly tied to knowing how jealous he was of other men seeing what was his. Mon Dieu, he’d been piling up all her angelic deeds, intending to fuck her for every one of them. That pretty ass was booked for a year. Her most angelic act being ready to throw the fight if his daughter would’ve felt bad for her mother being made a public spectacle. But like him, she worried more for Beth’s safety than her mother’s ridiculous circus appearances.
“And in this corner,” he cried, pointing to Katrina. “The Convoque, fighting for the right to be a lazy cooyawn, KATRINAAAAAAAA WE’RE NOT REALLY SUUUUUUURE.”
The whole park broke out in boo’s as Katrina strutted in short shorts and some weird bra, waving her middle finger at all of them, smirk at full throttle.
Meanwhile, his wife made wincing expressions of remorse for her, earning herself another fuck.
Sahvrin stole a glance at the Revelator or the eerie apparition of his normal twin. He really believed God upped his head knocking game to dislodge the celibacy from the dude’s stubborn brain. Job well done. There was no coming back from what he was seeing between him and Cherie. He wished he could enjoy the view and not be stuck needing to keep his eyes on his ex-putan who was clearly there for the sole purpose of hurting his wife. And why? Because he hadn’t waited for her all these years? Managed to be rescued from his living grave and have happiness?
God, protect my wife. Whatever you want from me, you have. Just name it and it’s yours.
“Here we go,” Juliette muttered next to him. “Sit down before you make her more nervous.”
“You think she’s nervous?”
“I would imagine?” she cried, glancing around him. “I still can’t get over seeing Revelator with a woman. And I really like that girl. I kicked Leonard Gaspard’s ass for disrespecting her at the Pig. Oh, here’s the countdown!”
“Count down from five,” the Grand Aboyeur yelled out. “On zero, let the Bat-tie begin!”
“Here we fucking go,” Sahvrin muttered.
“That’s it, ma girl. See that stance?”
“I see. What’s Katrina doing?”
“Not sure. But unless she plans to pull a blade from her dirty, dry cah-wen, she’s going down.”
Sahvrin’s French flew out on a low mutter when “ZERO” was yelled.
“That’s it, circle your prey,” Juliette called from the edge of the seat. “Watch her feet.”
Katrina charged and Beth spun out of the way, sending Sahvrin to his feet. “She’s going for a takedown,” he muttered, his pulse out of control.
“Cuz she knows not to play,” Juliette said, pulling him back down as Beth returned to a slow, clockwise creeping with palms up. Sudden movement drew his gaze to Spook grappling with Maggie on the bleachers below, seeming to fight to hold her with his legs and arms. “You can’t go on the field,” he heard him hissing in her ear.
Holy shit, go on the field? He hoped he could hold her.
The crowd started chanting, “Belle Eveque, Belle Eveque,” bringing his panicked gaze to the field. They needed to be quiet, she needed to concentrate.
“Take your time,” Juliette called.
Katrina licked both her palms and rubbed them on her ass, creeping in the same slow circle while shaking her ass. It earned her cat-calls from the swamp desperado’s and apparently they had plenty watching.
“She’s talking shit to her,” Juliette realized, right as Katrina nodded and laughed.
His gut burned at imagining what she was saying, shooting his gaze to Spook who got Maggie settled down next to him.
“What she doin?” Juliette strained when Beth began performing pirouettes and other ballet moves that had the crowd applauding.
Sahvrin braced for Katrina’s retaliation for having the spot light taken from her.
“Here she comes!” Juliette yelled.
Sahvrin shot up as Katrina ran at her with arms open.
“Fucking get her!” he yelled when they both hit the ground with Katrina on top.
Spook was back to grappling with Maggie who fought to get free again.
“Use those legs!” Juliette blasted as Katrina slithered to get a front mount.
Beth’s legs flew up, landing one in front of Katrina’s chest. “Yes!” Sahvrin yelled, climbing higher on the bleachers, shooting occasional glances at Spook to see he had her locked tight again.
“Reverse it!” Juliette yelled between her hands.
Beth grabbed Katrina’s arm and pulled, bringing her head in reach. She got hold of her neck and rolled sideways, maneuvering her way around Katrina”s body. Everybody cheered when Katrina was trapped under her like a frog, Beth”s arms wrapped around her waist.
“Throw her!” Juliette screamed, grabbing his forearm and strangling it.
“You taught her that?” he prayed.
“No, but I gave her a videos to watch.”
“Videos?” Fucking great.
Before dread could do his guts in, Beth managed to stand and pull Katrina into the air. Juliette clawed his arm when Katrina kicked her legs, throwing her weight and knocking Beth off her center of gravity. She held her, looking like the leaning tower of Pisa, unable to regain the forward flipping leverage she needed.
“HOLY SHIT!” Juliette yelled when Beth went into a back-bend at the last second, flipping Katrina onto the ground.
The crowds roared, including Sahvrin as Beth slid her arm around Katrina”s neck in a choke.
“Yes!” Juliette screamed. “Choke that bitch!”
“Do it,” Sahvrin muttered, winded. “Finish this.”
Beth released her suddenly and scrambled back up, holding her hand down to Katrina.
“What is she doing!” Juliette cried, grabbing her head as Sahvrin’s jaw hardened with his shaking head.
Katrina slapped her hand away and jumped back to her feet.
“Your Belle Eveque is my new hero.”
Sahvrin barely realized Revelator and Cherie were next to them now.
“She’s giving her a fair shake,” Revelator muttered. “Sure hope Spook has a good hold on her sister.”
“That one’s ready to go see what she can see,” Cherie added. “Maybe take some eyes out.”
Sahvrin agreed and wasn’t at all against her doing it as Beth and Katrina circled each other again.
His wife laughed and nodded, calling Katrina with her hands. If he didn’t know better, she was having the time of her fucking life. Did she think Katrina wouldn’t play dirty? She should’ve fucking taken her down.
“I know Bubba,” Juliette hissed as if thinking the same as she strangled his arm.
Beth charged this time and Katrina shot a foot out, hitting her in the fucking chest. Beth grabbed her leg, taking her to the ground with her. It was another full minute of limb-scrambling and leg locking while Spook and Maggie went at it again.
Spook gave a sharp yell then bit Maggie on the shoulder as Juliette cried, “What in the world is Beth doing, what is that?”
Sahvrin looked back at the field right as Beth’s legs whipped around and captured Katrina”s midsection in a scissor hold, flipping her. She landed folded in half, head locked between her leg and the ground.
“YES!” Juliette and Cherie both cheered. “Hold her! Don’t let go!” Juliette ordered.
“Mooootherfuck!” Sahvrin shouted when she released her, climbed to her feet, and offered her hand.
“Yep, she’s doin a public spankin,” Cherie said, nodding.
“End it!” Sahvrin roared while the crowd cheered for more.
She didn’t fucking listen, of course, and Spook was now dragging Maggie out of the bleachers.
“My God,” Juliette whispered, watching Spook while Beth played her cat and mouse games. They ran at each other again, this time arms clashing and locking, pulling and yanking as they fought for leverage. Beth suddenly leapt onto Katrina’s left shoulder then came down the right side, pulling her to the ground like a leaf in a whirlwind of gorgeous legs.
“What fucking videos did you give her?” Sahvrin wondered in shock.
“Not that kind!” Juliette laughed, whooping with her fist along with the rest of the spectators as Beth again released Katrina and offered her a hand up.
“She’s showing mercy,” Cherie said.
“She”s showing fucking stupidity!” Sahvrin yelled at the field, hoping she heard.
“She”s showing leadership,” Revelator added, sounding impressed. “While treating her like family.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her, running like a locomotive onto the field. Maggie. With Spook hot on her heels.
Spook didn’t make it in time and Maggie plowed right into Katrina, both of them sailing through the air. They landed on the ground with Maggie on top. It wasn’t a fight, it was a mauling as Maggie wailed on her like a pissed off momma gorilla.
Sahvrin flew down the bleachers and ran onto the field as Beth fought to pull her sister off Katrina. Holy fuck, she was beating the shit out of her.
Spook and Sahvrin grabbed each an arm and pulled, but Katrina was stuck in Maggie”s claws.
“Her fingers,” Spook yelled, working them off Katrina while Beth held Maggie’s snapping teeth back as she screeched and roared with a fury.
They finally got her off and Spook was back to rolling on the ground with her, fighting her into a submissive hold, all while the crowd filled the air with ear shattering joyous clatter from the unexpected side show. He turned to find Beth helping bloody Katrina up, shock hitting him at the sight of her.
“I can still fight,” she barely gasped through swollen lips, her face so full of blood he could hardly see skin.
“I’m not fighting you, I’m done,” Beth said, crying as she tried to help her walk. “It’s not about the damn chores, I’ll do all of them if that’s what it takes for us to be friends. That’s all I want. Your daughter needs us to be a family.”
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Spook caressed Maggie’s head in his lap as he drove them back to the Birdhouse. She’d not said a single word to him, and he was really curious what was going on in her head. He’d never seen a person with that much fury and it brought the Revelator’s words back to him about her demons hiding in the dark. She’d gouged his face and body everywhere, bit the fuck out of him several times and even used some of the moves he’d taught her which was how she got away that last time. Once she was in that insane headspace, there was nothing he said that fazed her.
She had to be in a world of pain too. He’d used full force several times, which only seemed to piss her off. Fuck, what a night. He knew one thing. Nobody at that Bat-tie would forget what they saw and they sure as hell wouldn’t be challenging The Belle Eveque to a fight anytime soon. Not as long as Maggie was around.
After they got back, she let him help her out of the boat and latched her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. They were supposed to leave for their little swamp ceremony but he needed to see what kind of wounds she’d sustained. “Let me carry you,” he whispered when she limped next to him.
She stopped and held his neck, not fighting as he scooped her up, walking the path to the small shack. “I’m postponing our trip—”
“What?” she gasped, pulling away to see his face.
“Tonight,” he added softly, eyeing her briefly. “I need to see what I did to you.”
She lay her head back on his shoulder and nodded with a tiny, “Okay.”
He was surprised she hadn’t apologized a single time. But neither had he. Maybe she wasn’t sorry the same way he wasn’t sorry. He did what he had to and she maybe she did the same. She didn’t seem to be pissed at him anymore and maybe never was, just trying to do what she thought she needed while knowing he did the same.
He got her in the bathroom and set her on the edge of the tub. “I need to look at you.”
She nodded and raised her arms when he lifted the hem of her swamp green t-shirt. It was the only modest thing she’d worn. The white shorts weren’t exactly too short but they weren’t to her knees where he thought they should be. In hindsight, he should’ve let her wear those ridiculous stilt shoes, then she wouldn’t have gotten the jump on him. She’d run like a wild cougar. He’d put everything into his sprint and he still couldn’t catch her.
His eyes roamed her legs, spotting bruises but it was the bite marks he worried about. She sat with her head hanging, holding the edge of the tub in only her black lace bra as he examined just how pissed she’d gotten him. Very.
“That’ll need treating,” he muttered, lifting her arm and looking for the other one on her side. “That one too.”
A sob burst from her and she swallowed it back, bringing him to his knees before her. “Hey,” he said, sliding his fingers along her hair, not wanting to force her to look at him. “Talk to me.”
She let out another sob and put her arms around him. “I’m sorry I bit you,” she barely wailed. “And hurt you.”
“But I got you back good?” he reminded, stroking her head and getting her nod. “We’re even.”
She held his face and kissed him and it was suddenly like she had no breath and needed all his. He held her head and gave it, along with access to all the angles in his mouth she seemed to need. She gave a desperate moan and he answered back with a hungry one, starved. She pulled his hand from her head and put it on her breast and he jerked the material away and lowered his mouth to devour it.
“Yes,” she cried weakly as he fought with her shorts. She stood and helped him yank them down as he slid his fingers between her pussy lips while they got her fully naked. He scooped her up and hurried with her to the bed, somehow managing to find it around her devouring kiss. The moment her back hit the mattress, he covered her pussy with his mouth and hungry groan, sucking that burning silk while her fingers pulled in his hair.
“Spook, yes,” she gasped, bucking and writhing her hips under the possessive clamp of his hands on her inner thighs. “Suck me, suck me so good.”
A shaky groan escaped him as he gently slid a finger in her, then worked in another, his tongue lashing the tip of her clit.
She pulled his hair harder, pressing him tight to her pussy as she fucking came so good and long.
With her orgasm out of the way, she was back to his ferocious pussy cat, clawing at his pants. “Yeah? You want that?” he shuddered, pushing his jeans down. She didn’t wait for him to get fully undressed as she brought her moans to the hilt of his cock. “Oh, fuck, Maggie,” he strained as she sucked him from tip to bottom as fast as she could. He wanted her to slow down and yet the orgasm she pulled up wasn’t about to be refused. He opened his legs and held her head tight, pumping his cock to the back of her throat as the heat brought those feral growls. Dirty, she made him want to play so fucking dirty with her. His fingers clenched tight in her hair as his climax came and decimated him. She sucked down his cum like a delicacy, her nails raking over his abs and balls as she did.
Then she was on the bed on all fours, ass in the air, looking behind her. “Fuck me like this.” She spread her knees and tilted her ass up, showing her pussy to him.
“Motherfuck,” he whispered, moving to the bed and stroking his hands on the spread of her ass before him. “You fucking know I won’t till I do what we talked about.” He spanked her ass, pushing two fingers in her.
“Please, please,” she whispered, flicking her hips in the most nasty fucking way he’d ever seen. He spanked her again, adding a third finger in her, his lust coming hard at the cry she gave.
“Play with this,” he said, wiggling his other fingers over her clit then spanking her beautiful ass again. “Pussy clenches so good when I do that,” he whispered, repeating the discipline. “You like making me burn,” he muttered.
He pushed her ass lower to the bed, holding his hand on the mattress. “You fuck it,” he said, keeping his fingers buried inside her. “Show me how you’ll fuck my cock.”
She gasped, looking over her shoulder while flicking her hips and rolling them sensually, making his cock raging hard again.
“You’re going to fuck me like this?” he asked, stroking his cock as she moved on his hand faster and harder while rubbing her clit with those sweet fucking cries. “God, look at you, so fucking sexy. Your ass makes me crazy,” he gushed, stroking his cock faster. “Baby, I can feel your orgasm coming.”
She answered with high pitched cries and went into those beautiful spasms as he put his cock on the crack of her ass, watching his cum shoot out on her. She reached behind her and pressing the head of his dick, moving her ass back and forth as his cum came in hot spurts. He held her hips tight in both hands, letting himself feel the fucking motions, the sight of his cock on her creamy white skin.
He smeared his seed all over her with the sensitive head of his cock before she slowly lowered down to the bed and lay on her side. Winded, he crawled next to her, pulling her close. “Fucking amazing,” he whispered, pressing his lips on her shoulder while catching his breath.
She answered with winded moans that made him smile.
“You liked that?”
She gave a long dramatic “Mmmmmmmmm,” making him chuckle.
“That good?” He stroked her hip and ass, back to tasting her skin. “You are so fucking fine, you know that?”
She answered no with her moans.
“Yeah, you’re speechless, that’s good.”
More yes moans.
“How can you not know how fine you are?”
She finally turned and snuggled into his chest, pulling his leg over her hip and pressing her hand on his ass for a closer connection.
“You’re going to get my cock hard again.”
Again she gave a moan of approval, making him grin.
He lowered his mouth to the side of her face, kissing reverently. “I love my Maggie,” he whispered, stroking her hair and getting a tiny mmm that said she was exhausted and halfway into dreamland. “Tomorrow night, Ma Belle Efrayer. You will become all mine.”